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 Patience and Torment by {DaddyDom} (MF rom cons Mdom sm rough nosex)
   "I don't think this counts.  This is sex."
   "Trust me."
   "I do."
   She is nude, laying on the bed.  A little self conscious of her body,
but when she sees herself through his eyes, she feels beautiful.  He takes
her ankle and lifts her leg, kissing the sole of her foot.  She giggles.
   "Tickles."
   "Mmhmm." He kisses his way to her toes.  She wiggles them.  One by one
he kisses her toes.  She shivers.
   "What are you up to?" She asks.  He smiles.
   "Shush." Another soft kiss, this one on her ankle.  His hands encircle
her calve muscle.  He squeezes gently, not quite a massage but more than a
caress.  Somewhere in between.  She bites her lip.
   He works his way towards her center, lips moving deliberately.  Achingly
slow.  He slides a hand under her bottom and drags his fingernails down the
smooth skin.  Her back arches towards his lips, but they don't move.  At
her inner thigh he stops, kissing and nibbling.  She puts her fingers into
his hair, and pulls him towards her.  He doesn't come.
   "David..."
   "Patience."
   "Bastard." She groans.  His warm breath bathes her skin.  She feels the
warmth of his lips where she wants them, but not the feeling.  She whimpers
in frustration.  He ignores her suffering.  He kisses closer, so achingly
close that the hairs of his beard tickle her, stoking the fire.
   But he will not quench it.
   He kisses across her pubis, small butterfly kisses across her, achingly
slow.  She tries to push him down, to force him to quench the fire.  He
refuses.  He kisses up instead.
   Slowly he circles her navel, fingertips roaming, but never touching
where she needs them.  Always so achingly close.  She growls in
frustration, trying to press herself against him.  He moves just enough to
keep her from him.  His kisses near her breast, then across, avoiding the
nipple.
   "This is so fucking mean."
   "Yes." He kisses her collarbone, blows gentle little eddies of warm air
that travel the length of her neck, touching her earlobe, and the sensitive
spot behind it.  She moans.
   With teasing slowness, he explores her with his fingertips.  He touches
every part of her, hands trying to memorize each curve and dimple.  But he
does not give her what she wants.
   She wraps her arms and legs around him.  He will not submit.  She
whispers things into his ear that a lady should never say.  He does not
submit.  The touches become sweet torture.
   "David...  please."
   "Beg.  I like that." He touches the side of her face with the back of
his fingertips.
   "I will not." He smiles.
   "Yes, you will." His hand cradles her neck, pinky making slow circles at
the nape.  She bites her lower lip, harder this time.  She tastes blood. 
He finds her buttons, and pushes them.  His fingers find her most neglected
sensual spots.  He awakens them.  She groans in frustration.
   "Please."
   "I thought you wern't going to beg."
   "God damn you."
   "Undoubtedly."
   "Will you?"
   "No." She growls in frustration.
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